Augustus Road

"Try, try it!?" Adiana was a little panicked, but she was too thirsty, "Okay, let's start...move quickly...turn your head , just touch it.”

Calabis snickered, held back the pain, and turned his swollen head. Under the moonlight, Adiana's virgin face was extremely beautiful. Her chestnut hair was dyed with a hazy halo under the moonlight, but her eyes were... Full of disgust: "The injured you, Calabis, are even more disgusting and ugly, clay jar..." Before she could finish her words, her lips were quickly "pecked" by Calabis, and then Break away.

Adiana stayed for a short while, and then hesitantly said: "If you can reach me, go and feed me with water." Calabis obeyed, and then filled his mouth with water, and Adiana obediently met it with her lips—— Then the two people's mouths touched together again.

Due to lack of skill and panic, the water overflowed a lot and flowed on Adiana's chin and neck. "You idiot Karabis, what happened? Just cover my mouth with your mouth."

"Yes!" Calabis said firmly in his heart, and then snored for the second time like an elephant's trunk, sucking in water, and then like a snail's horn, slowly stretched it to Adiana's soft mouth, and then With a strong force, she tightly held the princess's red lips in her mouth, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Adiana was a little embarrassed, and instinctively put her little fragrant tongue up, and connected with the water dispenser. Karabis' tongues "tangled" together.

Soon, the "water delivery channel" built by the two people through their lips was working very intensely, and there was a slight squeaking sound.

After the separation, after Adiana swallowed the water, her heart was pounding. Calabis's heart was also beating violently. He temporarily stopped and gasped, waiting for Adiana's reaction.

In less than a minute, Adiana spoke sternly: "Calabis, don't let your cowardice delay the noble master's request to continue drinking water. Go on, hurry up." Calabis nodded repeatedly, drew water again, and then gently Biting the other person's red lips, he put it into Adiana's throat.

I don’t know how long it took, and all the water was finished, but their lips were still stuck together, rubbing back and forth, and humming. Calabis felt that the fragrance of Adiana’s breath penetrated into him. The nostrils are like aphrodisiac.

"Asshole, what are you doing!" Adiana finally reacted and used her forehead as a weapon to knock Calabis back.

Calabis felt that the wounds were clear and bright, and no longer hurt. He took a few deep breaths, feeling happy that he had gotten rid of his identity as a senior magician and successfully changed his profession.

Adiana on the other side couldn't see her expression clearly. She could only hear her somewhat constricted breathing. For a long time, she asked a question that almost made Calabis spit out: "Calabis, you said, are you as despicable as you?" Can slaves between men and women also get this kind of noble pleasure when feeding each other water? "

"No, Your Highness, you can only have this kind of sweetness when you do this kind of behavior with a noble woman like you." Karabis flattered her hard in Greek.

"As expected." Adiana was very satisfied with Calabis's answer, then raised her head and sighed, and asked: "Calabis, tell me if the army sets off tomorrow, will the centurion continue to punish us? ?”

"It's hard to say. What happens tomorrow will have to be decided tomorrow."

When the scorching sun rose again the next day, Calabis opened his groggy eyes. The wound continued to hurt, and his bound hands had lost consciousness in pain. The camp was filled with the noise of slaves coming and going. But everyone was making preparations for the expedition, and no one dared to visit the two Karabis, let alone send food and water.

The angry Calabis yelled, and Adiana beside him was silent, maybe she was so weak that she fainted.

Cursing and cursing, Calabis slowly lost strength and his eyes became trance-like. No, if this continues, he will starve to death or die of thirst before the legions are dispatched. I want to live, I want to live.

There was a snort of a mule, which was the "owl". It was secretly untied by several slaves and walked slowly to Calabis. Calabis rolled his eyes and looked at it blankly, "Hey, man , OK..."

With a stimulating sound of "chichichi", the owl leisurely and thoughtfully ejaculated a large amount of urine in front of Calabis, "Man, that's great, man, you saved me." Calabis Si was grateful in his heart, and then he stretched out his neck and tongue while holding on to his breath, and started licking the owl's urine desperately.

Suddenly, there was a reflection in front of the urine, which was the light of the sword. Calabis actually heard the sound of the dagger being unsheathed - it's over, could it be that Hebrida came to execute me? He raised his head slightly, and a pair of slender legs wearing greaves appeared in front of him. As he moved his eyes upward, there was a scorching sun. He could not see the appearance of this person clearly, but he was definitely not Hebrida.

"Slaves who drink horse urine are really interesting." The man spoke with a cynical tone, and then the light of the sword instantly slid down - Calabis closed his eyes hard...

"Stab", the sword cut the ropes around him and Adiana, and both Karabi fell to the ground. The man smiled again, sheathed the sword, then turned and left, going to Haibu In the camp where Rida was, only Calabis's tall and thin figure was left.

Moments before the seventh legion set off, Calabis and Adiana hid behind the tent. The soldiers and captains were checking the equipment, and no one paid attention to them. Poti brought barley cakes and water, and the two of them, especially Adiana, tore, bit, and ate them with their dirty hands, regardless of their status.

Until the moment the troops moved in, Hebrida did not come to trouble them. It seemed that the centurion had almost forgotten about it - Poti had served him well last night, and the rope cutter After the young officer left, he felt even better.

The camp slaves followed the column of soldiers. This time Luculas gave the order to march with their equipment - the soldiers of the Seventh Legion each carried a pickaxe on their shoulders, and a shield was clamped on the pickaxe. , a bundle of blankets, a cloak, two javelins and locks, a helmet, a dagger slung on the waist with a strap, and an undershirt dyed with the emblem of the Seventh Legion.

Seventh, the logo of the Bacchus Legion is very unique. It is the image of Dionysus, a simplified human form with a sheep's head and legs, surrounded by grapevines, with a huge and exaggerated body rising high. This image is grandly displayed. Printed on the camp flag of each brigade.

When the column of soldiers stepped on the earthy road and walked towards the eastern sky, behind the dust raised by their footsteps, the surviving city of Amisus was still emitting wisps of blue smoke.

"Trumpeter, play the military song of the regiment!" Hebrida shouted in high spirits.

The trumpeters in front of the column puffed up their cheeks and started playing with the curved horns shaped like a "C" in their hands. Soon, the soldiers of the Seventh Legion from each regiment and the Centurion were singing in unison. And up:

"Don't believe the philosopher, he will trick you into meditating in a barrel;

Then sleep with your wife.

Don't believe the doctor, he will trick you into taking out the copper coins in your wallet;

Then kill you openly.

Don't trust the tutor, he will trick your son into going to school;

But he used a ** to enter your son's back door.

Only believe in the Legion, only believe in the Legion.

Only believe in Bacchus, only believe in Bacchus.

We fought for our fathers (seniors), killed the enemy men, raped the fat women, and stole all their wine. This is the sense of honor our fathers taught us.

Fathers, give me a bushel of wine, and I will rob you three thousand talents of gold;

Fathers, give me three thousand talents of gold, and I will exchange them for a bushel of wine. "

"This can be considered a military song!?" Karabis was sitting on the mule cart with his head wrapped in three layers, complaining fiercely in his heart.

At this time, the soldiers of the Seventh Legion stopped singing and whistled loudly and laughed at the marching column next to them. Calabis and Adiana turned around and saw that the column over there was obviously different from the uniforms of the legionnaires. They were the auxiliary legions of the Italian Samnites and Massi people, with a total of eight brigades, also following Luculas. Acting together, the weapons and armor of these soldiers were obviously one level behind the regular Roman legions. Many of them also wore simple Greek-style helmets with goose feathers, and only had a bronze breastplate tied to their bodies. Some of them had weapons in their hands. Some were holding Greek swords, and some were holding short spears.

"Romans, you two consuls were just as majestic as you when you walked through the gate of thorns made of wheels with your buttocks naked, throwing down your weapons!" The Samnites over there were not to be outdone, and they also used all their weapons. The glorious record of annihilating the Roman troops is ironic, but that was more than two hundred years ago (the Second Samnite War, 321 BC).

You come and go, the noise is rising, it seems that people have forgotten the fatigue of marching - "Hey, Calabis, cunning amphora, don't forget what I told you before, I'll be back soon Karabi Palace, pay attention to find the whereabouts of my mother's little crown." On the mule cart, Adiana was still worried, "If this is successful, I will let you be my princess's personal slave, and you can also consider returning. Let’s have the one from last night, that, that.”

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